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Red: A Match

My heart sister Red at M3 read me this poem today. I considered my feelings, my thoughts and my reactions and then asked if she would let me publish as part of my on-going discussions of politics, both big and small. What she says in A Match is haunting and unsparing.

A Match

If all the world were on the head of a match,

How long before we struck it?
Abrasive to the surface inhabitants
And daily committing rape,
We are busy justifying our actions
And homed in on our profit.

We rip holes in the sky and bore out the ground
With time-stricken vanity,
A blatant disregard of future costs and
Heartlessness to our victims.
Blame falls to schedules filled with self-importance
And lacking identity.

Loud and proud we shout, “I am!” until one points
To the wake of destruction.
We fly around the world in search of “I am”
And find our inner child,
Whose whims and wants are fulfilled with adult funds,
But no adult compunction.

The sand the ostrich seeks to bury its head
Is now shards of broken glass.
The cleansing waters stand stagnant and smell foul,
Thick with noxious pollutants.
The world sits on the head of a striking match.
Ignition will be a gas.

An interesting take on the world as we know it, dark and forever crushing to the very last blow as our mother earth is ripped apart, greedy fingers clawing out every gem, taking out the core without a care, nobody wins… A fine offering from our sweet Red and nicely added here within your own Space my friend, I hope that you are very well and enjoying your early evening 🙂 Have a beautiful Friday Val 😉

Val thank you for sharing Reds wonderful poem. We just so often do not see the damage we do to our Earth. Red sees and our rape and pilage of the world. What sort of a world are we leaving for our childrens children????
Much love Sue xx